Top Gear Middle Eastern Special !!better!! Review

What could possibly go wrong? Everything. Gloriously, explosively wrong.

The cars rebelled. Plastic trim melted. Glue seeped out of the windscreens. Hammond’s Golf began to smell like a burning toaster. The production crew, following in air-conditioned Land Cruisers, wore hazmat suits just to hand the boys water. The Rub' al Khali is a beautiful liar. It looks solid. It is not. top gear middle eastern special

May, in the Fiat, attempted a sensible bypass route. He got stuck immediately. Hammond, laughing hysterically, drove the Golf around them—only to bury the front axle up to the headlights. What could possibly go wrong

Clarkson’s BMW leather seats turned into a frying pan. Hammond discovered that the VW’s air conditioning was a hairdryer pointing at his face. May, in the Fiat, simply removed his shirt, revealing a torso so pale it reflected the sun back into space. The cars rebelled

Richard Hammond, ever the optimist, chose a £1,500 VW Golf Cabriolet. It was the color of a faded traffic cone, smelled of wet dog, and had the structural rigidity of a wet cracker. "It’s characterful!" he squeaked, as the chassis flexed over a speed bump.

"Hammer!" he shouted, digging frantically. "I’ve beached it! I’ve beached the bloody car!"